Chapter 48:

Hermione felt the cold stone against her cheek and shot her head up right away. She realized she fell asleep in the same position she was in when Draco left her. She looked down at herself as all the memories from the previous night came back to hunt her.

She started sobbing hysterically and stood up on her feet running about the house madly.

"Draco." she yelled to the empty house.

"Dracooo." she tried once again. She searched in every single room, but no sign of Draco could be traced. She looked harder and stronger, every closet, every space, every open hole. She didn't care if it made no sense for him to hide there, she had to find him.

After an hour of frantic searching Hermione realized her attempts were to no avail. She leaned against the kitchen wall and slid down into a seating position.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she understood that Draco really did leave. He didn't just go into some bar to get drunk and cool off, he really did leave her and she had no idea where to find him.

How was she to make it better if she couldn't find him? Where could he be? Who can he be with? Would he ever come back? Those questions kept on swirling in her head, making her body shake from anxiety once again.

What was she to do? She felt desperate. The smart know it all, the one that has the answer to every question in life, couldn't solve her own equation.

She tried to get up from the floor but found all of her energy had left her. She didn't know how long she slept for, but the circles under her eyes indicated it wasn't for too long.

She knew she should get up and get something to eat, after all she was carrying a life inside her, but it would be useless, because as hard as she might try, she knew that everything that would go in her mouth, will come right out.

She continued sitting, and sobbing hysterically, she knew crying wouldn't help the situation but she couldn't do anything else at the moment.

After an hour of hot flowing tears, Hermione had finally gathered enough strength in herself to get up. She got up slowly, and walked out the door. Maybe, just maybe, Draco was sitting down on the steps awaiting for her to open the door.

When she looked at the stairs disappointment had met her once more. She searched around the house, yet couldn't find her love. She tried all the local bars and everyplace she could think of, yet she couldn't find Draco.

She walked back into the house and hurried to her bedroom. She didn't know if any of this would help, but it was her last chance and she had to use it.

She took out a quill and some parchment and sat by her desk. She started writing two letters. Once addressed to her love, and one to her best friend.

In the letter addressed to Draco she didn't try to explain her actions or try to make him understand her way. All she wrote was a desperate cry for forgiveness. She told him how much she loved him and how sorry she was for everything she's done. She also said that she understood that he is mad, and that he has every right to be. She wrote to him that she didn't know if she could go on in life without him, and she couldn't picture raising their child on her own. She begged him to come back, for a mere second, just so she could ask for a forgiveness the proper way.

She attached the letter to her owl and instructed it to find Draco no matter what. After her owl flew away she started on her second letter. It was one of the hardest letters she had to write, but she would sacrifice anything to be with Draco.

Draco felt a bickering sensation on his face. He rubbed his eyes and saw and owl standing over him. He looked up at the owl and recognized it right away. He tried to shoo him away but the owl kept on coming back, and biting him even harder.

"Tell her I don't want to speak to her." he shouted to the owl. The owl just ignored him and bickered him further.

Once Draco realized it was a battle lost he finally gave up and took the parchment from his leg. The owl flew away happily and left Draco alone, staring at his name written in a neat and curvy handwriting.

He opened the letter up and read it. The words in the letter broke his heart, and almost made him change his mind. He really did love Hermione and he hated the fact that he wouldn't see her fair face ever again.

Maybe he should come back to her. Maybe he can find it in his heart to forgive her once again, and give love another chance. Maybe he could be happy once more.

He looked down at the letter, entranced by the thought of being happy. He did love Hermione, and he wanted to be with her, but could he after everything that happened?

After a slow minute of staring at the letter, Draco got his senses back, he looked down at the handwriting once more and anger seized his senses. He burned the letter with his wand and watched as the parchment turned to ashes, he then got up and continued walking, determined to move on.